Out of Time
The Yamamoto faced the Resolute, which was 4700 meters off its bow. Captain Morgan Bateson stroked his beard while listening to General Kenobi's story.
"So you're saying that you're from another galaxy?" Bateson asked Kenobi.
"It appears so. None of these star patterns match the ones in our navigation computer, except for one. After recalibrating, the computer said our galaxy is about 85 million light-years away. Even with our hyperspace drives, it'll take thousands, if not tens of thousands of years. So we're stuck here for the moment, until that wormhole opens back up."
"Well, you're welcome here. I'm part of the United Federation of Planets, which is dedicated to peace, unity, and equality."
"Well then, it looks like we got lost in the right spot," Anakin said, as he walked in from another room. Obi Wan turned to look at Anakin.
"But we have no way of getting home. That's the big problem, and we can't stay here while we try to find a solution," Obi Wan said.
"In that case, you're welcome here in the Federation," Bateson said. "As long as there's no violent confrontations, and no attacks on Federation territories or property, and no unprovoked attacks on our neighbors, the Klingons, or the Romulans."
Obi Wan considered for a moment, then replied,
"I think we can manage that. It can't be that hard, can it?"
The Republic fleet arrived in Earth orbit, completely surprising the ships in orbit. The Enterprise had actually launched Vipers, before realizing that they were friendly.
"Step down from Red Alert. Contact Captain Bateson and ask him what'd he do this time?" Kirk ordered Uhura.
"Yes, Sir. Hailing Captain Bateson." Bateson soon appeared on the Enterprise's viewscreen.
"Morgan, could you please tell why there are over 50 heavily armed warships orbiting Earth at this very moment?"
Morgan smiled, and said wearily,
"It's a long story."
"Well then, we'll have to hear that long story. I'm assuming we're going to have a meeting, right?"
"I was just planning a meeting. I was thinking, Meeting room 4, on your ship, in 2 hours?" Bateson suggested.
"Might have to make it 3. Adama's coming in from his patrol in Rigel. Rumor has it he managed to take out the entire smuggling ring."
"Really? Expected as much from him. He's good at what he does," Bateson said, impressed.
"He is. He's about a couple dozen light years out now. He'll need some time."
"We can wait."
3 hours later…
Morgan Bateson sat with Starfleet's finest. James T. Kirk, Admiral Pike, Admiral Watley, Admiral Cartwright, and finally, from the Colonial Defense Force, Admiral William Adama. And visiting were Generals Obi Wan Kenobi, and Anakin Skywalker.
"Now that we're all on the same page," Kirk began, "How do you guys suppose we solve the problem?"
"Simple. We find a way to reopen the wormhole, and we send them back," Admiral Cartwright said.
"Uh, if I may, Admiral, the solution may not be so simple as that. We are engaged in a large war with the Confederacy of Independant Systems, and they may take advantage of the opening of that wormhole. But it is of importance that we get back to our galaxy to fend off an attack on our home worlds."
"So you're saying… you don't want to, but you want to," Kirk said.
"Yes, we do need to get back, but I'm worried about the fact that the Separatists might find the wormhole. Their fleet is large, and quite powerful."
"We can manage. In the meantime, you can stay in-system, while we figure out how to reopen that wormhole."
"That sounds reasonable." Kenobi frowned. "I'm just wondering what happening on the other side…"
A massive fleet of Separatist warships approached the anomaly that the Republic fleet had disappeared in. Grievous stared at the turbulent mass of subspace before him, and smiled inwardly, since he couldn't smile normally.
"Prepare to send the fleet through," Grievous ordered.
"But, Sir," One of the droid commanders protested. "Our ships can't handle that stress."
"Don't question my orders," Grievous said, before he taken by a hacking cough. After several seconds, the coughing subsided, and he ordered again,
"Send the ships through. Kenobi's in there. I know it."
And, unfortunately, I've hit a writer's block. I'm not sure what to do next, and am getting quite busy over summer break. Even this chapter seemed off to me, and I hope that anyone of you could give some feedback. Maybe to make my stories better.